["Understatement", is what he thinks but doesn't say, glancing down at his forearm where more, smaller, spikes are growing. The sensitivity of his markings are only making the pain worse as some of these damned things pierce right through them. Could this be those powers he heard about? These shards look so much like solid lyrium, even the same shade of blue.]
Stay. Back.
[he warns sternly, a frantic anger lacing his words. He initially assumed the stranger to be a local, but he's reacting with a calmness that said locals haven't. Even just his ears alone have been enough to earn him some hesitant stares. But even so, this man is a stranger and so he had to be wary.]
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Stay. Back.
[he warns sternly, a frantic anger lacing his words. He initially assumed the stranger to be a local, but he's reacting with a calmness that said locals haven't. Even just his ears alone have been enough to earn him some hesitant stares. But even so, this man is a stranger and so he had to be wary.]
I can handle this...myself.